this blog’s 100th post falls on a mushy day.
I remember that “blue” book she gave me on the 100th day of knowing each other. How mushy,eh?
I wish she wont time travel even just for the day…or i wish people never knew how to read. But then again, if that would happen, if she couldnt read, how would she know that im missing her a lot right now?
this is so like jenipoy……i wish sunflowers would grow in this field…and clouds would form into things like dumbo or smiley or little dinosaur…. 🙂
there are other worlds. other kinds of dreams. dreams in which failure is feasible. honourable. sometimes even worth fighting for.worlds in which recognition is not the only barometer of brilliance or human worth. there are plenty of warriors that i know and love. people far more valuable than myself, who go to war each day, knowing in advance that they will fail. true, they are less “sucessful” in the most vulgar sense of the word, but by no means less fulfilled…
the only dream worth having…..is to dream that you will live while you’re alive and die only when you’re dead.
which means exactly what?
to love. to be loved. to never forget your own insignificance. to never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of life around you. to seek joy in the saddest places. to pursue beauty to its lair. to never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. to respect strength, never power. above all, to watch. to try and understand. to never look away. and never, never to forget.
-Arundhati Roy
YOU really rock my world,LNE. :p
Dear, World. Love, Jenny. 